Bound to Be Mated(31)

“I don’t know. I don’t care. I’ve got my woman on my lap feeding me food. I don’t want to think about another woman.”

Charlotte giggled and began feeding him snacks one after the other. He’d have to talk to Misty and warn her about the consequence of upsetting his mate. Maybe he should see about transferring her to another pack.

He shrugged it off. Misty would learn with time he wasn’t going to change his mind.

She snuggled against him, and he loved the feel of her body around his. The movie began playing. He didn’t watch it. He was content with staring at her. The best movie he’d ever seen.



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Charlotte didn’t think about Misty or Micah’s response. She trusted him with her whole heart. He would never hurt her.#p#分页标题#e#

She loved her family, but being with the pack was right for her. They always had something to talk about. The pack were like her children in many ways. They came to her with recipe suggestions and some of the men had brought her books from the town’s bookstore for her to read.

The men thanked her as she picked up their bowls, filling the tray she held. Titania would be serving up the bowls of ice cream and fruit. The women still ignored her but thanked her for the food. She sent a smile toward Micah, who, she noted, had been staring at her ass.

The desire to wiggle and send him a wink was strong, but she suppressed it. Their playtime would be reserved for the bedroom. She turned away and walked to the door leading to the kitchen.

Misty barged past her again, forcing her to drop the tray of dishes. The table was filled with all members of the pack went silent.

Charlotte went bright red and stared at the beauty of the other woman.

“Well, aren’t you going to pick that up?” Misty demanded.

Charlotte looked at the mess and then at Misty. She’d never been a fighting girl, but talking with Kim the other day about her problem had forced her to grow a backbone. Kim had warned her that being in a pack meant she had to learn to stick up for herself.

“What is your problem?” she demanded, her voice rising. Charlotte knew the other pack members could hear her but refused to intervene. All the other times Misty had purposefully done this and forced her to clean up food, the other pack members would have heard it.

Suddenly Charlotte wondered how many people hated her being with the alpha of their pack.

“What did you say to me, human?”

Misty stood closer, invading her space. Charlotte wanted to bow out, but knew if she did, she’d lose something among them.

More than anything she wanted to run to Micah and have him make it better. Fucking hell, what was she turning into?

“I said, what is your problem?” Charlotte thought about her sister and the force and attitude she used to give off during confrontations. She prayed this worked.

“My problem?” Misty burst out laughing. Charlotte noted a few other women at the table smirking.

“Yes,” she said, bringing her attention back to the woman in front of her.

“My problem is a small little human comes in here and thinks she has the right to sit near my alpha. You were gone for over four years. You’ve got no right to him. No claim whatsoever. Where were you when he needed you? He rejected us because he was mated to you.”

“That’s enough, Misty,” Micah demanded.

“No. My queen asks, even though no human woman could ever be my queen. Before he mated with you, we were dealing with the alpha. Ask him who was warming his bed before you came along and when the full moon rose high in the night sky. Ask him, Charlotte.” Her voice grew louder until she was screaming. “I was the one dealing with all your jobs while you didn’t even know werewolves existed. I was fucking my alpha. Me.”

Charlotte felt her whole world break apart. She turned her gaze onto Micah. “Is this true?” she asked.

He didn’t answer her. He gazed down at the table, giving her all the answers she needed. She felt humiliated as the other women snickered at her. Even Cade looked guilty. He knew. They all knew why Misty had been beating on her, and none of them had warned her. Not even the man who claimed to love her.

“Then by all means be the queen”—she gestured to the mess on the floor—“and clean this shit up.”

With her head held high, Charlotte walked from the room careful to not look anywhere but in front of her. The blood pumped through her body, and each step was harder to take. Tears formed and fell silently down her cheeks. Charlotte moved from the dining room to the stairs. Every move she made felt like a chore. By the time she got to the third floor, she was gasping for the strength to carry on. The pain in her heart turned into a throbbing ache.#p#分页标题#e#